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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 1 year

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(Not my gif)(Somewhat requested by two anonymous')

D-Fighting and somewhat making up with a shit ton of angst. Apologies in advance. Also, this isn't as edited as most of my other work so sorry for that lol.

True love is supposed to transcend every other thing within a persons life. Regardless of how much a person may grow, their feelings for their loved ones should never wither away: it should remain in place, fluctuating but strong, always lingering even when times get tough or circumstances change. Charlie Dalton had been the love of your life for years, a permanent fixture of your adolescent years, and no matter how many phases you'd been through or how many interests had run their course, your feelings for him had never died, they'd merely grown alongside you.

The problem was, it wasn't you who was changing this time, it was Charlie: and the more he changed, the more he seemed to drift away; the distance between you growing greater and greater the less he seemed to resemble the boy you'd come to know. Had he shown you that he loved you just as fiercely as the day you got together, the changes wouldn't have mattered. Hell, they barely even mattered now, you still wanted him; still loved him, it just seemed like he didn't love you. You were willing to accept a decline, a little wedge between the two of you, but this wedge seemed more like a canyon that kept you apart, one that only you were still trying to traverse.

You were doing everything in your power to hold onto him and not let go, fearing that if you did, he wouldn't bother stopping to pick you back up. That he'd leave you in the dust, that he'd go off and find someone new, someone who he'd grow to love just as much as he'd once loved you; just as much as you still loved him.

Therein lied the issue. You'd held onto him too tight, tried too hard, pushed too much. In trying to keep up with him and stay within his life, you'd wound up suffocating him when all he'd thought he'd wanted was space. He wasn't even sure what he'd wanted, he just knew that he was experiencing things he'd never thought of experiencing before, living his life like he was suddenly reborn, going out into the world and keeping himself busy, too busy to be held down by someone who couldn't understand, someone who didn't feel the same things he was feeling in that pivotal, life changing point in time.

The argument had been quick; a fact that you weren't sure made things better or worse. You fought over him cancelling too many dates, over him barely paying attention to you even when you did hang out, about how nowadays, it only ever seemed to be you who was trying to make an effort and keep the two of you as close as you once were. He'd told you that that was too close; and the comment had made you sick. He'd called you clingy and told you that he had other things on his mind than making time just to be with you, that his world didn't revolve around you any more and that that was the reason you were so upset.

And maybe part of that was true. Maybe you did hate that his world didn't revolve around you but that was only because yours had still revolved around him. That no matter how many friends you had, or how much school work, or how much money you'd intended on making at your part time job, you'd always made time for him. You'd done it because he was what mattered most to you, and that was the revelation that made you feel the worst. That he was the most important thing in your life and that these feelings of yours were nothing but unwanted and seemingly pathetic. That was what made you walk out the door.

A part of Charlie hadn't even realized what he'd said, and maybe that was why your sudden silence had came as such a shock. Why, when he sighed and turned around to try and reason with you, the sight of you just ...gone was so jarring. You'd simply walked out of the room without a word and he'd immediately wondered if he'd gone too far, if, in his own mix of confusing emotions, he'd said something he didn't realize the depths of.

No, that couldn't be it. He was changing, you both were changing, and you both were growing and getting busier. You should be more understanding, that was it. This was on you, he'd reasoned, and you were just being dramatic, dramatic enough that he shouldn't entertain the idea of following you out the door; even if he had a uneasy feeling in his stomach that was urging him to do so. He didn't have time to fight, he'd give you space and you'd talk later, the same way you always did when you had a little spat: you'd come to see things his way, you always did....

Except you didn't. Ring. He was calm when he'd called you after classes, expectant and ready to smooth things over with the same ease he always did. Ring. Waiting. He wasn't concerned, sometimes it took you a minute to reach the phone, move across the room or shove things off your lap, etc. Ring. Now he was a little confused, a bubbling feeling of anxiety rising in his chest against his will. You rarely ever took very long to get to the phone, especially at this time of day when you were usually just getting home from your own school. Ring. Were you still mad at him? Ignoring him? It wasn't like you to not want to work thing out as soon as possible or at least give him the time of day; even if it was just to tell him you didn't want to talk. Ring.

He knew you were home and perhaps that was what made the distance feel so much larger in that moment. You were miles apart at any given moment and yet it had never felt as far away as it did right now. Perhaps it was because at a certain point in your relationship, he'd forgotten that you'd lived a life outside of his own. That you were not just a fixture in his life that was always just a single phone call away like you had been for so long. You'd made it so easy to forget and that's part of what makes him feel so terrible. It was your actions that made the distance so bearable, it was your willingness to always be there for him, and while he dialed the phone for a second and then a third time, he stood to wonder if you'd actually, finally, given up. And because of that, he was scared.

He was scared because he couldn't remember the last time he did something that would warrant him being called your boyfriend. You'd hardly seen each other in the past few months, hardly even kissed or had an exceptionally fun time on one of your dates.

You'd planned the last few hangouts, made the journey out to the town Welton was in because you knew that there was only so much he could do in one night. You'd held his hand first, made the conversations; ones he could barely remember due to how little he'd paid attention, expressed how much you'd missed him. You'd brought the blanket, the snacks, the gift for him; a book that was still sat unopened on his desk. He opened it now and it was perfect for him: a collection of jazz poetry, the exact thing he'd told you about getting into the last time the two of you were together and he'd wondered then and there how often you listened more than he did.

He wondered how long there'd been this divide between the two of you, how long things had been this bad, how long he'd been this bad. He'd never intended for it to happen; no one ever does, he'd always envisioned you by his side, beside every version of himself regardless of what it looked like, and yet, he'd chased you away in order to find himself.

Now, all he found was how much he missed you, how much of himself was cradled in your hands, your heart; lovingly crafted in your image and the image he'd wanted to become for you. You'd held him tightly yet carefully in gentle hands for so very long and now it feels as though you've dropped him, sending his body crashing to the floor and leaving him shattered in sharp, broken fragments, fragments that belonged to a once whole and foolish person.

The days go by and you continue to ignore his calls. Your mother takes some of them for you and he has half a mind to call you childish but he knows that he fits the bill better than anyone else. He cast you aside like a child who gets a new toy and forgets about his old ones, the ones who once meant the world to him. And the toys still do, they never lose their value, it's just that they have to be taken away for the child to remember them again, to remember how much they meant to them and to show them that things are not permanent, that they won't always be sitting on their bed, waiting for them to come back and pick them up when they please.

He calls your best friend in a last ditch effort to reach you before he loses the last of his resolve and just plain travels to your town to confront you in person. You're there beside her when he calls and your friend scoffs when he confirms who he is. He hears her tell you that it's him and he doesn't catch what you say but he hears your friend let out a giddy noise before saying that you don't want to talk with him. He's certain that you told her everything when she seems to pointedly adlib the words "she wants some space." before telling him to stop calling and leave you alone, hanging up before he can even begin to respond. He supposes he deserves that.

What he doesn't deserve, what he'll never deserve, is to lose his best friend; especially while they're still so young. You were close enough with Neil to warrant your attendance at his funeral, and it's there that he sees you in person for the first time in weeks. He hates to admit that the first thing he thinks of when he sees you is how you're still just as beautiful as he last remembered, even as you're dressed in black and obviously distraught, eyes rimmed in red the same way his are.

Your eyes meet only once: they catch for a minute, locked together with dark swirling emotion, and it takes everything in him not to crumble; everything inside him shattering in noisy collisions as he does his best to stay silent and strong. He feels sick, genuinely sick, and he's not sure which grief is which as he stands there motionless yet trembling, half expecting to pass out or puke; whichever comes first.

He watches you hug your acquaintances, exchanging mournful phrases and prayers and condolences and he watches with baited breath as you near the boys. He hears you and the boy both apologizing, you for their loss, them for the fact that this how you'll see Neil for the final time; without the cushion of recent happy memories.

You reach him in a matter of minutes, the wait both too long and too short, and though you stand closely in front of him, there's still an unbearable distance between the two of you. He feels the tension, the hesitance, as though you don't remember how to be near him and the thought of that breaks his heart for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

You're at a loss for words the same way he is, even when he wants to scream apology after apology at the top of his lungs. You're unsure what to do and there's only one thing his mind can manage to conjure up, roaring at him to act out the same way it's been roaring at him to see you for the past few weeks. He closes the distance and latches onto you, pulling you into him with a muffled sob, the tension in his body easing just barely as your arms wind around him, tightening enough to nearly steal his breath away.

Its a hug that suffocates him, and he happily lets you. He'll be the next to join the dead out of all the society member if it means you'll never let him go again.

#charlie dalton imagines #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines

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killinfate · 7 months

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Helloo. I just saw the fnaf movie yesterday and it was amazing to me. Wanted to ask if you could write dating/being in love with Mike would include and knowing him since childhood and know what he is going through (because the parents knew each other)

ofc!

DATING MIKE SCHMIDT WOULD INCLUDE

MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

— Naturally from his past Mike was fairly shaken up throughout his childhood yet you remained his friend, attempting to give him some normality and continue to experience childhood.

— He appreciated you for it, you were the only person he could confine in without being told to “move on”. You knew how Garett’s death had affected Mike and didn’t try to give him useless advice.

— It took Mike awhile to admit his feelings for you despite how many years he’d held them in for. He was patient, believing due to his lack of relationship experience and his nightmare fuelled nights he’d be no good for you.

— Mike also valued your friendship meaning he’d rather push away whatever he felt for you in order to keep your friendship. However that promise to himself didn’t last long and luckily his feelings were reciprocated.

— At first he was awkward around giving affection but he soon got comfortable with it once he realised you were comfortable too.

— It took him a few weeks to say “I love you” despite the fact he’d loved you for years. It was easier in his head. After he said it once with certainty, he said it more frequently.

— He’ll give you lingering kisses on your forehead and found it comforting and reassuring. He’ll give you quick kisses on the cheek and lips before work followed by “I love you.”

— (might make an imagine for this) Of course there are his nightmares where he’d flinch awake. You hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck until he relaxes. He never really falls back asleep but he enjoys your comfort, assured you’re still there with him. Somewhere in the night you’ll stir and turn over, unknowingly letting go of him. He’ll end up turning over and hugging you from behind instead, his head resting just beneath your shoulder.

— After his experience at Freddy’s he likes having you close. He likes knowing where you are and will give you frequent texts to ask how you’re doing. Sometimes Mike worries he does this too much but the underlying fear of losing you is constant.

— Most dates are spent at his house, the two of you preferring the comfort of the home instead of a restaurant. You’ll get takeaway, throw on some shitty movie neither of you probably won’t enjoy but won’t mention and eventually fall asleep against each other on the couch. Usually you’ll only go to restaurants on special occasions; on yours, Mike’s or Abby’s birthday or an anniversary.

— You sometimes babysat Abby before and after getting with Mike and she loves you. She seizes any opportunity to tease Mike about you.

— You and Mike both have a sarcastic sense of humour and usually it makes up some amusing conversations between the two of you, meaning a lot of banter.

— Overall Mike is comfortable with you and can sometimes be protective and defensive which he apologises for. It’ll always comes down to the risk of losing you.

#mike schmidt imagine #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #80s #josh hutcherson imagine #Josh hutcherson

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ispyspookymansion · 1 year

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i miss when movies were allowed to suck a little. low budget passion projects made by new, unpolished actors. effects that are obvious but done with care. sound and color and direction that were partly just the product of technological limitations, but partly given a greater measure of “this can be a little messy” than we have now. now the movies suck too but its stuff like, this is a remake of a remake and it’s also funded by the US military and all the sfx were done by cgi artists being ground into dust because they cant unionize

#guy who is watching an 80s b movie voice: god i wish movies still sounded like shit #also like. easier to get a job i imagine. when knowing anything was enough to make you know a lot #kora.txt #i literally want less polished movies that tale longer to make made by workers who are paid more and work short days and weeks and im not #kidding!!!!!!

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cranberrv · 7 months

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dating dallas winston headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n : aghhh first post on here!! lowk kind of nervous, but i thought this would be a strong way to start since everyone loves dal <3 i really hope you enjoy lovelies !! requests are open ! ( not proofread btw, ignore any mistakes <3 )

- dating dal is something special, because he doesn’t really do long-term

- so people know that you’re different, a girl he actually wants to keep in his life for a while

- it’s electric, to say the least. it’s hard to keep your hands off each other

- even in a non sexual manner, he finds himself always wanting to touch you in some way

- keep in mind he is much less than a gentleman, forgetting to open doors for you and not bringing you flowers on dates

- but he cares. and that’s something

- small gestures like a hand around your waist or always keeping an eye on you at parties. brushing down a fly away piece of your hair with his hand, making sure he’s on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, to keep you safe.

- that’s how you know he cares about you, not through grand, movie-like gestures

- sometimes he cares a bit too much, getting too overprotective

- some drunk guy talks to you at the bar? he mysteriously leaves with a black eye. and god forbid someone touches you in a manner he doesn’t approve of, someone might be ending up in the hospital.

- you get into arguments about that sort of thing, saying he’s being too dramatic or that you were capable of defending yourself.

- actually, you get into arguments about everything

- he’s usually the one to start them. if he’s in a bad mood, he will find anything to argue about. wether you teased him and he took offence, or you stole his jacket because it was chilly

- he’s defensive and cocky, and will not end an argument until he gets the last word in

- maybe muttering some rude name at you under his breath, or interrupting you until you finally give up

- you should not expect to win any arguments with him and his stubbornness

- he’s not gonna apologize either, unless it’s something really serious, like if he made you cry

- then he’ll ghost you for a few days, then come back and apologize

- other than that, most arguments either end in cuddling or him ghosting you for a week or so

- speaking of cuddling, he only really likes it whenever he’s tired or tipsy. he’ll lazily wrap his arms around you in bed, and keep you there. there’s no way you’re getting up

- rubbing your back with his hand, holding you to his chest, planting kisses on your head are normal occurrences during these peaceful moments

- cuddling him is about as rare as the northern lights, so you take advantage of it

- other than that, most nights end in make-out sessions

- sleepy kisses are his absolute favourite, his lips lazily caressing yours

- he’s always in control, don’t even try

- his big hand holding your head in place, and his other hand holding your waist

- he loves kissing you. everywhere he possibly can. head, lips, cheek, forehead, neck, shoulder, everywhere.

- he loves making out at the drive-in (or more cough cough), it’s so risky and he looooves PDA

- he often takes you to the drive-in or the dingo for dates, nothing fancy

- he always picks you up at your house, he doesn’t wanna meet you there in case you’re first and it looks like he’s late

- the torn leather of the passengers car seat becomes a common place for you to sit, he loves driving around with you

- your parents don’t trust him or his driving, based on the amount of times dates have been cut short because he’s been pulled over and taken to the police station for speeding

- so because of your parents aversion to him, whenever he wants to visit you, he just sneaks into your bedroom

- he thinks he’s being subtle with that, but yet your parents can always smell the cigarette smoke and leather the next day

- in conclusion, dating dallas can be very layered and complicated, but overall, very fun and exhilarating <3

#dally winston #the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas Winston x reader #dally winston fluff #dallas winston fluff #headcanon #imagine #dallas #outsiders #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dating dallas winston #dallas winston fanfic #matt dillon #80s movies

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twobitsblade · 9 months

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random “the outsiders” behind the scenes photos!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders hcs #twobitsblade #rob lowe #tom cruise #matt dillon #ralph macchio #1980s #80s #80s movies #s.e hinton

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happy74827 · 1 month

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He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

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shupito · 5 months

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Did you guys know Jason has a Japanese sister?

Well, it all started with a clothes swap

She needs to gain more muscle to catch those horny teenagers. Luckily Big Bro is a great motivator but a bad spotter

#jason voorhees #jason vorhees art #friday the 13th #jason vorhees imagine #slashers #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #80s horror #slasher fandom #slasher fanart #genderswap #90s horror #slasher movies #siblings

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arolegos · 5 months

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I love your artstyle!!!!

Could I please make a humble drawing request of the RBG siblings doing some sort of fun sibling activity?

HII YESS ABSOLUTELY I LOVE RGB :3

using my silly style instead of the big boy one bc Its weird rn...

anyways .Theyre watching a horror movie . idk how accurate this is siblng-wise bc when Im with My sisters I always Pretend I'm Not Scared of the horror movie by looking at the Corner of the screen (and I Think they're fooled......i think) But I felt this was a sillier way to draw them...

some extra doodles :3

some xtra non-RGB ninjago doodles

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uglygirlpretendingtobepretty · 8 days

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Meeting and Courting The Pirate King

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Kevin Kline is literally so hot like the fact that he isn’t mine is such bullshit)

- Many women would consider your reality a tale of great misfortune. Living on a pirate ship with a band of infamous pirates who undoubtedly harass and molest you, ordering you around like a slave and groping at you like a harlot. What a tragic and terrifying life to live!

- If only they knew the truth: that was always your first thought as they peppered you with sympathies and offered you their assistance in escaping your captors. You wondered if their hearts could take the news that you had chosen this life: that the pirates you called crew mates treated you like Queen Victoria herself and used their utmost manners when addressing you.

- Admittedly, you’d been a bit surprised yourself. Like most of the people in your village, you’d assumed that pirates were nothing but trouble: criminals who wouldn’t think twice about stealing from and killing people. And while that might have still been the case; at least on occasion, your pirates proved to be rather empathetic.

- You’d been …an orphan (*gasp*) when you first met your soon to be crew, torn between trying to find a proper job to support yourself and fighting off marriage proposals from less than desirable men who wished to prey upon your vulnerable state.

- Funnily enough, it was the pirates who showed you the most mercy and kindness: sobbing at your predicament as though the tragedy had befallen them instead of yourself and begging for your forgiveness in regards to their initial brash and impudent ways of addressing you.

- You’d been alone near the shore when they’d arrived at your village, too preoccupied with what you were doing to notice them stalking you from a little ways away. They’d ambushed and attempted to abduct you, hauling you off toward their ship like a living piece of treasure; up until you’d manage to let slip that you were parentless.

- Their leader; a man who may or may not have kissed you breathless only a few moments prior, immediately ordered your release and offered you a place on their ship: on account of the fact that you no longer had a proper home; at least not for very much longer.

- Though it probably should have, the decision didn’t take you very long to make and in a matter of minutes, you were being led back to your new home by your new king; a nervous hammering in your chest and an arm wrapped delicately around your shoulders.

- I’m not going to use this idea in this story but Richard; the pirate king, is definitely the type of man who would convince you to marry him on the spot in order to secure a place on his ship; especially if you asked to join the crew. He’d laugh and tease you about your request; sharing amused comments with his merry band of thieves, but once you’d make like you were going to leave, he’d hurriedly stop you, mull over the idea, and offer up his own proposition; nervously sweetening the deal with halfhearted promises that it’ll just be in name and things like that.

- The fact that you’re a beautiful woman is enough to make the pirate king fall for you but if he, by some rare chance, doesn’t love you from the minute he sees you, he falls for you the minute you act even somewhat motherly and caring towards him. Oh, you attempted to look after him when he was stressed or under the weather? Be his wife.

- From the minute you step foot on his ship, Richard makes it his mission to have you for himself and though he doesn’t make it inherently obvious to you, he still stakes claim on you as soon as you agree to be a part of his crew. The pirates are tenderhearted to begin with but rest assured that their manners and kindness towards you are due in part to their leaders infatuation.

- Your admirer is determined to show you how great it is to be a pirate and convince you to stay on their ship for as long as possible so he’s always making sure everyone is on their best behavior and that you’re having as much fun as possible. He’s constantly around you, checking in on you and asking how you’re doing, ushering you to join him whenever you step out onto the deck and entertaining you as best as he can.

- He tries his best to be charming and friendly, flirting with you every now and again and treating you a bit like you’re already his lover. You’ll more or less be none the wiser; your naivety stopping you from seeing how he truly feels about you, but his gaze and tone of voice will make it pretty obvious that he has feelings for you; along with his attempts to go in for a kiss that are always interrupted or otherwise stopped by your obliviousness.

- For some reason, beneath his typical frustration, he still somewhat assumes that you know there’s a romance brewing between you and that everyone else should understand it as well: that it won’t take you long to come to your senses and that he’s “working on it”. But, on top of that, he also comprehends that you’re not actually together yet so he’s not necessarily allowed to just order you around and tell you what to do or to not look at other men; which puts him in a rather difficult situation.

- One day, he finds you distraught/lost in worried thought and questions you about it, listening closely as you tell him how you “really shouldn’t say” and how “it’s embarrassing”. Finally, you let slip that you’re in love and he immediately brightens, barely containing his glee as he urges you to share more, thinking that you’re talking about him.

- He hangs onto your every word as he tries to pull the sensitive information out of you, desperate to hear you confess and listen to the words “I love you” fall from your lips.The love of your life is. The man who owns your heart, yes. Your love, yes, yes, carry on. The apple of your eye isssss~

“Oh, Richard! It’s Frederic!”

“Oh my darli-Come again.”

- He nearly faints upon hearing the revelation and probably collapses after watching you leave the room, letting out a hearty yet contained scream of mortification. You love someone else! How could you love someone else!

- If you’re attentive, you’ll notice him staring grumpily at you; crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the boy who’s taking up your time and affections. He’ll scoff and ask his crewmates if “Frederic” is more attractive than he is or if he’s not “just as handsome as” as the boy; oftentimes following up with a question of whether or not he’s blatantly more attractive than his romantic rival.

- He’ll also ask how things are going between the two of you and how “our dear friend Frederic is doing” between clenched teeth; finding at least a little comfort in the fact that you’re not getting anywhere with the boy.

- After a while, he decides to up his game and show you how good of a match he can be for you, doing everything he can to get your attention and impress you. He even orders your crew mates to help convince you and otherwise make him seem cool, instructing them to tell you about how great he is and to urge your eyes in his direction during your conversations with them; oftentimes to where he’s posing and making himself look as handsome as he can.

- He’s overly kind as well: giving you gifts, acting like a gentleman, complimenting you ad comparing your beauty to the moon or sea, etc. If you had no inclination that he liked you before then you’ll start to notice it now; for obvious reasons.

- He really just chases and pines after you constantly, so much so that any newcomer can see how he feels about you: how he’s never far away from you, always sneaking glances, how his mood instantly brightens when you’re around and how you have free reign over everything on him and his ship. He’s whipped to the fullest degree.

- He basically acts like your shadow and portrays himself as your lover when you’re around other people: opening his arms for you to fall into and following you around during your musical numbers to throw an arm around your shoulder and pull you into him, backing you up with a passionate nod. If anyone asks what you are to each other or seems interested in you, he’ll quietly murmur that you’re kind of a thing “so, you know~”.

- There’s two ways that I can see him confessing his feelings to you~

- One: he’ll just plain grab and lay one on you, kissing you with a ridiculous level of passion after months or even perhaps years of keeping it in.

- Or two: He’ll explode and say in a very frustrated/angry tone that he “can’t take this nonsense any longer” before breaking down and dramatically sinking to his knees, more or less sobbing as he tells you that you’re “supposed to love [him]”; pleading with you to be with him in the most endearingly pathetic and borderline childishly way possible.

- Either way, you’ll realize that you have a superior lover right in front of you and agree to be his, stopping him from steering your ship to shore in order to call upon a priest to marry you on the spot and telling him to just kiss you and see what happens; a request he happily complies with.

- Pirates love a good unmannered display so pda is incredibly prevalent in your relationship. Most people would think that the two of you are attached at the hip with how close he keeps you: giving you little to no personal space and loving on you with no regard for who’s around to see whenever he has the chance. You’re his woman; probably his wife, and he’s completely unphased with the idea of people seeing you being affectionate with each other; unless perhaps he’s trying to seem tough in front of a certain rival.

- He puts his arm around you a lot; mainly to keep you close and steady as he guides you around. He likes being able to look at you and have your attention on him as much as possible so the close proximity is perfect for him.

- He likes to hold you in place so he can gaze at you lovingly; usually by holding your upper arms or both of your hands while you stand fondly in front of him. He’ll also pull you into tight hugs and different close embraces, relishing in your presence and the feel of your skin against his.

- Richard doesn’t really do “cute little kisses”; he prefers to kiss you like a man and take your breath away, but when he’s particularly in the mood, he’ll kiss up the lengths of your arms and peck your hands and shoulders. He’ll also lovingly accept your chaste kisses without complaint; unless he’s really looking for a long and much more involved kiss.

- Being dipped into passionate kisses. Richard is concerningly good at kissing; so much so that a single kiss can make your head spin and get you to forget what you were saying. He’s a menace but he’s a menace you can’t live without.

- Him laying his head in your lap or draping himself over you in a very overdramatic and theatrical way is a rather common occurrence in your relationship; especially when he’s upset about something. If his weight is balanced on top of you, your cooing and consoling doesn’t come long after; it’s just a routine at this point.

- Richard is arguably at least a good bit taller than you but it’s rare to find him acting as the big spoon whenever the two of you are cuddling. It’s much more common for him to snuggle into your bosom and make you worry about how much air he’s receiving while you lavish him with affection; or curl yourself around his upper body while you both lay on your sides. If someone knocks on your door, you’re usually the one to tiredly open it: though it isn’t long before he trails after you sleepily; his hair a mess and his eyes half open as he wraps himself around you and listens to the persons excuses for waking you.

- Ridiculous amounts of pet names. Darling, dearest, dearest one, kitten, light of my life, lovely, my angel, my beloved, my goddess, my love, my moon, My queen, my siren, pip, poppet: and that’s not even all! Does he even remember your name at this point? You’re not sure!

- He’s completely whipped for you and everyone knows it but just doesn’t care; mainly because they’re equally whipped for you. You know how easy it is for you to fake cry and get what you want? Oh, you’re sad? Oh my dearest what’s the matter? I’ll do anything to see you happy again! Do you want jewels? A dress? Perhaps you’d like to go on land and relax? We could get you food? A kitten, do you want a kitten? I can dance or tell you a story or sing or-

- Like I said before: everyone else is whipped for you just as much as he is. Your crewmates either view you as a sister, daughter, or mother and they’re definitely prone to treating you as such: constantly being at your beck and call and lavishing you with attention. You’re never at a loss for something to do or someone to be around; though it’s not like Richard’s ever too busy to be around you anyways.

- Speaking of how him and his crew act around you: they’re stereotypically terrified of you whenever you get your period; treating you like a dangerous animal that can snap at any moment and bending over backwards so as to not accidentally upset you.

- He’s not great with gross stuff but he’s too sweet to abandon you so he’ll come and rub your back or hold your hair when you get seasick: all with a grimace on his face that quickly turns into a loving attempt to give you a comforting smile whenever you look at him.

- He tries so hard to make you happy and go on proper dates with you but he’s so not used to being on land and/or in well established buildings like theaters or tea houses. He was once a nobleman so I’m sure he can cope but he’s completely out of his element; more like a bull in a china shop than the graceful king you’re so used to.

- Rumors will definitely spread about the pirate queen but since you’re new to the predicament, you’ll be able to hide who you and your husband are as you dock and peruse a town. That being said: oftentimes you’ll be in a shop and have to awkwardly reassure the shopkeep that your husband won’t kill anyone as he bursts into the building like a maniac; unused to acting civilized and wondering why you’re bothering being polite and normal.

- Being completely in sync to an amusing degree. You both scramble to make sure everything's alright as your lover more or less acts like a bull in a china shop, clumsily moving around and assuming that everything is perfect and in place. You run after him and make sure he doesn’t fling himself off the boat, fall on his head, or shatter something on the ground, and he catches you in his arms and makes sure you don't stumble and fall, etc.

- Being impressed by how much he knows his way around a ship. You’d watch him swing and hold himself up on ropes and moving parts and how he jumps and moves around so effortlessly and wonder how long it took him to learn as you yourself stumble around; unused to the constant swaying and movement of being out on sea.

- Given the fact that he’s holding onto you more often than not, I think you’d slowly start to adopt his way of staggering around and find yourself walking very similarly to him; something him and his crew take notice of and find great amusement in.

- Him teaching you how to swordfight.

- He’s simultaneously ridiculously smooth yet clumsy at the same time. You’ll oftentimes have to take him aside and treat his wounds after he forgets not to hold out a sword a certain way or gets overzealous with how well he can dodge a part of a ship.

- Richard is; at his core, a drama queen and you can’t help but love him for it. It’s not rare for you to find yourself consoling him as he weeps into your arms; usually upon hearing an orphans tragic tale, or to see him cling to his cremates in terror as you find yourself in even the slightest hint of danger. At least you’ll always know how he really feels, right?

- Getting told stories about how great him and his crew are. He’s very proud of their infamy and villainous status, and he may or may not embellish details to make them seem much more devious and impressive.

- He steals things specifically for you whenever they pillage another ship or city and does whatever he can to get you everything you could ever want/ask for. He spoils you like a true nobleman who’s gone wrong and he’s rather proud of it.

- I mentioned it before but you have free reign over literally everything. He’s a slave to your whims and has a hard time saying no to you and/or moving your hands away from him so you’re more or less allowed to do whatever you want to him.

- He’s a man who longs for unbounded domesticity so you can rest assured that he loves having you fuss over and dote on him. He’s not even embarrassed about it; blatantly melting the minute you show him affection or try to take care of him in the slightest. Blame it on the fact that he’s a sensitive and tenderhearted orphan.

- He gets distracted by your beauty and looks at you like you’re an angel more than he’d care to admit. Beneath his fearsome pirate king persona, he’s really just an adorable softie who loves his wife.

- He keeps your handkerchief on him like a good luck charm.

- If you weren’t an orphan when the two of you first met, you’d definitely spark up a secret romance right under your parents noses. He’d visit your window and romance you in the dead of night: telling you how he’ll whisk you away as soon as you say the words and asking for kisses as you gaze at him fondly from inside.

- Promises between the two of you are inadvertently, truly inescapable and it’s by his own design. He’s very thorough and particular about the circumstances of the promises he gets you to make; like how you promised to stay in bed all day or on the ship for a full week and you still have an hour left “thank you very much”, but consequently, he also has to abide by these very technical and literal terms so congrats, your lover played himself.

- A lot of the time he just assumes you understand what he’s saying when he brings up arbitrary details and random memories, and when you don’t automatically read his mind and figure it out, he gets somewhat frustrated. He’d probably try to ask you for some alone time or try to propose to you the same way and then have to put it plainly with a bit of exasperation when you merely stare at him in confusion.

- Spending time in the captains quarters. You love your crew and so does he but sometimes you just need to be alone and have some quiet time with your lover; especially since he tries to tongue you at like 9 a.m. in front of god and everybody.

- Picnics on the poop deck.

- Getting danced with and around.

- Even after you get together, he still makes an effort to pose around you and make you think that he’s “naturally” swoon worthy and handsome, and though it’s occasionally more ridiculous than anything else, you unfortunately have to admit that it does work every now and again. Although, he’s usually surprised to find that you’re actually more affected by him acting normal than you are by him acting like a model.

- He loves, loves, loves receiving compliments and gives them back to you sevenfold. Praise is his love language and he spoils you with it; especially when he thinks that you’re in a bad mood for one reason or another.

- He’s so proud of and amazed by your talents. He makes you feel like a professional with the way he responds and forces the others around you to respond; even though you’re really probably just a bit above average.

- Even before the two of you get together, Richard is adamant that you speak freely with him and voice your opinions wherever you have them. He thinks you’re smart and honest and trusts you more than anyone else in his crew so he’s constantly looking to you for guidance and for reassurance that he’s not a failure.

- Stopping him from accepting that someone's an orphan just because they say they are. Your responsibility is to see past their bullshit and let him know when someone's lying to him; which is partially how you become his lover and his confidante. You’re his right hand wo-man who’s typically found with his right hand somewhere on your buttocks.

- You would undoubtedly adopt an orphan boy and I’m not even going to pretend as though you wouldn’t.

- Richard is exactly the type of pirate to have a runaway lover who moves on yet is later confronted with their ex husband while being held hostage on his ship years down the line. They’ll inform their confused companion that this pirate is “an old acquaintance” while the king informs them that he’s “they’re husband” with a pointed look cast towards the tied up woman.

- On one hand, Richard is very proud and wants to brag about you to everyone who will or won’t listen, but on the other hand, he doesn’t like other men acknowledging how amazing you are. He’ll turn to someone and say something like “isn’t she wonderful” but as soon as they nervously agree, he glares at them and tells them how you’re his and to stop looking.

- Depending on the circumstance, he’ll either be a pouty, childishly jealous person who insists that they’re better than whoever you’re paying attention to, or he’ll growl at and threaten others for so much as looking at you; even though you’re purposefully putting on a show.

- He probably flirts with other women as a force of habit: usually before he catches sight of you and guiltily backpedals on what he was saying, uncomfortably and awkwardly acting as though he wasn’t doing anything while you glare daggers at him. He learns his lesson pretty quickly once you make a point of flirting with other men; men who unfortunately have to deal with his silent and pointed threats while he tries to appeal to you and insist that it was just a mistake.

- Richard has used himself as a meat shield for you so I think it’s safe to say that he’s rather protective. Regardless of the situation, he’s always looking out for you and making sure everyone is treating you accordingly; even if you’re not necessarily in a lot of danger.

- He’s understanding and kind yet a bit short tempered so it isn’t rare for you to have a good amount of arguments. He’s emotional and will bicker with you or raise his voice but his anger leaves him almost as quickly as it came and he finds himself sorry for even having started the fight.

- It’s usually the drama that gets you to forgive him. He’ll move in close and try to appeal to you as you childishly refuse to speak or look at him, moving around as he begs you to talk to him and get you to meet his eyes. He’ll then sink to his knees and tell you to kill him if you want, to be merciful and end him quickly because your silence is already killing him; usually before taking your hand and kissing it tenderly as you finally accept his apology.

- He tells you he loves you often and a bit shyly; especially if you’re in front of captives. He won’t be able to just not reply when you say it or when you go to leave each others sides so he’ll usually say it all sweetly before coughing and clearing his throat in order to go back to his macho pirate persona.

- He’s two seconds away from calling in a clergyman and marrying you on the spot at any given moment so rest assured that he’s in it for the long run and absolutely in love with you.

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